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Alan had to hurry home - he kept thinking of Susan eagerly waiting for him. Further, he'd cum three times already: once in the morning with Katherine, once with the Glory lunch fuck, and then once with Amy's blowjob and titfuck. While that wasn't exceptional by his recent standards, his body had had its fill for a while. As much as he looked forward to a welcome home titfuck or blowjob from his mother, he knew it was asking too much of his penis and of his energy level. Shockingly, a nap actually appeared more tempting. He knew that would frustrate his mother some more, but it couldn't be helped if his body wouldn't respond.
He met Amy waiting outside the theater room door as he left.
She sidled up to him and said, "Hey, official boyfriend, my beau, how would you like to have an official bike ride home with your official girlfriend?" The sweet smile on her face and the way she coyly played with her hair captivated him.
He couldn't help but smile in return. "Officially speaking, I give that idea the official thumbs up. So it's officially official."
She laughed with glee and hugged him tightly. Down below, her crotch rubbed against his. She took full advantage of the fact that she was the only woman in his life who could get away with such a bold move in public. Even though he was flaccid at the moment, she still liked grinding crotches.
Alan froze up momentarily, but relaxed as he realized they were nearly alone and no one was likely to notice the way their legs intimately entwined. He happily hugged back and kissed her lightly on the forehead. He asked, "But could you do me a favor? You have a cell phone, right?"
"Yep!" She pulled it out and proudly showed it off.
Alan didn't have one as he didn't call that many people. "Can you call Kat? I'm hoping that you and she can run some interference for me, 'cos I'm too tired to face a certain big-titted MILF waiting at home."
Katherine answered the phone and happily agreed to help, so his scheme came off easily.
Amy came to the Plummer house through the front door without knocking, just as if she were Alan. She was the decoy.
Alan, meanwhile, snuck in through the back door so he could go straight to his room and take a much-needed nap. He was worried that if he even so much as saw his mother his penis would respond. And while that would have been fun in the short term, he could drive himself to collapse enjoying short term pleasures. He desperately needed some rest.
Susan was dressed in a loose bathrobe, ready for quick action. When she heard the front door open, she stood up, opened the front of her robe expectantly, and started to say, "Tiger, would you..." But her voice trailed off and she stood in quiet surprise.
After an awkward pause, she blinked her eyes repeatedly and asked, "Amy?! What are you doing here?" She closed her robe in embarrassment. "Where's Alan?"
Right on cue, Katherine walked up to Susan from behind, put her hands on her mother's shoulders in an affectionate way, and said, "Double bummer for you, Mom."
Susan twirled around. "Double? Why double?"
"First off, you'll have to miss your after-school sperm snack. Brother is already upstairs sleeping." Katherine hugged her mother around her waist, just below her rack. Her hands ended below each tit, so she lightly rested them there, allowing her to "inadvertently" lightly caress them.
"He is? How did I miss that? I've been waiting for him!" Susan shuddered because she felt her daughter's hands move up and reach her (unsurprisingly) hard nipples. She nervously brushed her daughter's hands away, mindful of Amy's presence.
Amy had continued on her way into the house. Since her main role in the diversion was over, she thought she should give the other two some room. She sat down in the living room and started to watch television.
Katherine placed her hands on Susan's shoulders, looking for another way to get physical, and replied, "I don't know. But second, it's a bummer because you won't get to have him watch when you have your spanking. We should do it while he's napping so we don't overstimulate the poor guy's brain. He looks really wiped out. He fell asleep in like three seconds."
Susan clutched her robe tightly and turned to Katherine in surprise. "Spanking? What spanking?!"
"Mom, don't you remember? How you were bad and broke your own rules? I reminded you about it this morning. We delayed the punishment a bit, but we can't put it off forever. What's happened to your memory?"
Susan sighed. "Oh no. That spanking. I forgot all about that. These days I sometimes don't even know whether I'm coming or going."
Katherine walked around to face Susan and placed her hands on her mother's shoulders, from the front this time. She pushed Susan's robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Looking into her eyes, she said, very seriously, "Mom, let's get this straight. The answer is easy. I think it's safe to say that most of the time, you're cumming." Then she giggled.
Susan laughed along with her, then said "Very funny!" in a peeved manner and tried to hide her amusement. Getting more serious, she asked, "Angel, you're not really going to go through with that spanking, are you?"
"You know I am. It's for your own good. And besides, you agreed already."
Susan frowned in defeat, and covered her pussy with her hands. "I did, didn't I?"
"You did. There's no backing out now. When you don't obey authority, you get punished. End of story."
Susan found it strangely arousing to have to obey her daughter and get punished by her. She thought, This is so wrong. This is why I need professional help. Why does hearing my daughter tell me to "obey authority" make my pussy get all wet and gushy?
Stalling for time, Susan asked, "But what about Suzanne? Someone needs to be the referee. Otherwise things might get out of hand. I was hoping she'd do the spanking and you would referee. I don't seem to have any restraint on myself lately, but then I regret things later. And I want to have a clear head for the psychologist meeting tomorrow morning. But Suzanne probably won't be over until dinner. We're supposed to have a special dinner with all the Pestridges, you know."
"We could have Amy referee," Katherine suggested. "She's not doing anything right now." She hadn't told Amy about the spanking part of the diversion plan, but she figured it would be easy enough to include her.
Susan pondered that and concluded, "Nah. She's too innocent."
Katherine was disappointed, and thought, If she only knew. But she let it pass, and said, "Then it's up to me. Don't worry, I'll be good. I mean, one of us has to be, since you've been so very, very baaaaaad." Her voice was quite naughty.
Susan unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, excited at the way her daughter was coming on to her. She asked nervously, "Do you promise? Promise to do nothing more than a spanking? You won't touch me in any inappropriate places?"
Inwardly Katherine cursed. Like Alan, she hated to go directly against the word of her mother. So she was disappointed when she had to say, "I promise I won't touch you in any inappropriate places during this spanking." Like Alan, she was very specific in her promises with her mother so as to not limit her options later. The key words were: "during this spanking."
Katherine suggested to her mother, "Now, let's go downstairs. I think the basement would be the best. We can lay you down on some of the exercise equipment." She slipped out of her dress and beckoned Susan from the top of the stairs.
Susan complained as she walked down the stairs naked, "I really shouldn't be allowing you to do this, Angel. It's not right for a daughter to punish her mother. It's like the children are taking over around here. But we do have to think about Tiger." She had to hold her big tits as she walked to keep their bouncing under control.
Katherine said encouragingly, "Yes. Obeying Alan is important."
That wasn't what Susan meant. She was thinking that it was important for her to follow her own boundaries and rules so she could pleasure Alan without conflict. But in her sex-mad state, she liked Katherine's interpretation better. "Yes. Tiger is the man of the house now, isn't he? If we disagree with him, why, that would be chaos."
"Yes," Katherine agreed. "We can't have chaos. Brother belongs in charge, doesn't he? His sexual virility proves that. Those who disobey him get spanked." She hoped that if Susan completely obeyed Alan, then Susan wouldn't be able to prevent her from openly having sex in the house with her brother.
Susan replied, "Yes." She wasn't really thinking deeply, but it all made sense to her.
Katherine went on, trying to get Susan into a fully submissive and aroused mood, "We are his official personal cocksuckers, of course. That means our role is to serve him, even if it involves sucking his cock for so long that our jaws are sore. That's a VERY important task, and if we fall short, it's only right that we get punished with a whack on our behinds. Don't you agree?"
Susan was getting carried away with her lust. "Oh, definitely! It's probably best if we get this out of the way right away. I think that you're right that we're possibly in danger of overstimulating him. He must be weary. Poor boy!"
Alan had hoped that Katherine would be able to distract Susan with some sexual kissing; he didn't know about her preexisting spanking plan, but when she told him about it on the phone he'd agreed that it fit the bill perfectly. He was a bit bummed he wouldn't be awake to watch it, but that couldn't be helped.
Susan was so excited to be spanked that it nearly made up for Alan's failure to appear and feed her a nice load of warm cum.
As they entered the basement, Katherine said, "Funny how we're both walking around in our birthday suits, isn't it?"
"Yes," Susan answered in a spaced-out tone. She was thinking of her son and hoping his balls were sufficiently drained for him to have a nice nap. But she was afraid of mentioning that out loud for fear that Katherine would think she had an unhealthy obsession.
Katherine had her mother lie down on a flat surface of one of her exercise machines. She planned to essentially repeat what Suzanne did to Katherine a few days before: some spanking, but not too hard, and then more caressing of the ass to "make it all better" than actual spanking. She would have done lots of pussy fingering between spanks, but she'd already promised Susan not to do that. She looked forward to extensively exploring her mother's ass in any case.
But only one smack into it, they ran into difficulties. Susan cried out loud, "OWWW! That hurt!" She could actually feel the imprint of Katherine's hand on her newly-reddened butt cheek.
Katherine soothingly rubbed where she just spanked, and said, "It's for your own good. To remember what you did and repent."
"Um, Angel, what did I do to deserve this, again? I can't even remember. Things have been so confusing lately and I haven't been thinking too clearly. It's like I'm in a permanent sexual fog."
Katherine put her hand on her chin and tried to think. "For the life of me, I can't remember either. I think the same Alan-induced fog bank covers us both. Does it really matter though? Big-titted mommies need to be regularly spanked to be reminded of their proper role in the family, don't you think?"
"Ummm..." Susan found that idea highly arousing, and yet a part of her wanted to maintain control of the family. So she insisted, "Surely, there must be SOME reason..."
Katherine was forced to think harder in order to come up with an answer to satisfy her. "Hrm. Yes... It had something to do with... Oh, I remember! You were acting naughty on Tuesday afternoon, so I had to referee. But then, with Brother in your bed, you deliberately lowered your cunt down onto his..."
Her voice trailed off because she heard the sound of someone walking down the steps.
Amy came into the room. She didn't find anything good on TV, and correctly figured something more fun would be happening down in the basement. "Hi guys! What'cha doing? Can I play too?"
Amy had just changed into nothing but pink, frilly underwear. The notion of dressing had changed so drastically in the Plummer house that nobody thought her attire odd or meriting special comment. In fact, it was a bit surprising that she was wearing any clothes at all, given her unabashed love of nudity.
Susan was very embarrassed to be caught while naked, bent over, and getting spanked by her own daughter. She wanted to cover herself up, but she wasn't really in a position to do so, since she was bent over face down on the workout bench with her ass and pussy very clearly exposed. Her embarrassment doubled because she realized that everyone could see how profusely her pussy was leaking already.
She futilely tried to cover her ass cheeks with both hands. "Oh, hi Amy. We were just, uh, Angel was giving me a massage. That's right." Susan was a bad liar; almost comically so.
Amy responded in her usual chipper style. "Oh, goody! That looks like fun! Can I join in? Then Katherine and I can get massages too. Everybody can do everyone else!"
Susan had visions of running her hands all over the naked flesh of Katherine and Amy. She imagined their skin fragrant and slippery with massage oil. To imagine the naked part wasn't hard since Amy dropped her clothes as she finished speaking, leaving the three of them totally nude.
Susan wondered if she would be able to resist breaking her own boundaries with such tempting nubile teenage flesh easily available for the fondling. She drew up all the willpower she could muster, and said a firm "No."
Amy pouted. "Awww. How come everyone always leaves me out of everything? It's just a massage. Don't you love me anymore, Aunt Susan? I'm hurt."
Katherine butted in, "I don't understand why we have to stop what we were doing before. Amy's a big girl. She can help out with your punishment. Either that, or the massages. She'll be hurt if you leave her out altogether."
Susan protested while wiggling and writhing, "No. I'm in a sensitive state. I can't! Not with Amy. Amy, you know I love you dearly, but you're so innocent. I think maybe you should go."
Even as Susan said this, her hands seemed to act on their own. Since her hands were clutching each ass cheek, they started to subtly caress and squeeze the flesh they held. Her pussy leaked like a river and she was randy, as usual, as she anticipated the rest of her spanking. She greatly resented the delay Amy was causing, because she at least had the self-control not to get really wild with Amy present.
Just then, Amy sniffed the air, making audible sniffing sounds. "It smells funny in here."
"Um, that's the uh..." Susan couldn't think of a good excuse.
"I know! It smells like pussy!" Amy exclaimed. "It smells like WET pussy!"
Susan's pussy seemed to leak on command, as fresh new rivulets drooled down her inner thighs in response to Amy's blunt words. Oh dear! Things are going from bad to worse!
Katherine remembered how Susan was highly submissive. She'd been looking for occasions to assert some dominance over her, and this seemed like an ideal situation. So she said firmly, "Look, Mom, you're being punished. It's not for you to say no and to wiggle out of your punishment. Amy is nice enough to help. We're going to do this, and that's final. Uncover your ass cheeks already and get ready for some helpful hurting!"
Susan gripped her ass cheeks tightly, which served only to spread them and expose her puckered asshole to the light. "Please? Angel? Is that any way to talk to your mother? Really!"
"This for your own good," Katherine said with assurance. "The more you learn to obey, the better an incestuous, big-titted cocksucker mommy you'll be."
Susan looked over her shoulder and saw that Katherine looked determined. With Amy standing happily naked behind her naked daughter (both of them preferred to stand with a good view of Susan's ass and dripping pussy instead of her face), she thought it was possible a lesbian orgy could break out, and she was afraid of that. She knew Katherine had promised to behave and knew that Katherine would try to honor that, but wasn't sure if her daughter could control herself. She looked to her own behavior for many examples of broken resolve.
On the other hand, she wanted to be a very good "incestuous, big-titted cocksucker mommy." In fact, there was nothing she wanted more. She was so horny already from the whole spanking situation that she could practically imagine the taste of her son's cum on her tongue. She was clearly torn.
Katherine saw that, and said, "Mom, don't worry, things aren't going to go too far. But you clearly need to learn discipline. Brother's not here, but I can kind of be his surrogate and help you get used to... well, what we're doing." She avoided saying the word "spanking" since Amy was there and possibly didn't know what was really going on.
Susan suggested, "That's true. Okay. Here's an idea. A plea bargain. We cancel the ... what we were doing, and in return... Hmmm. What will I do in return? ... Oh, I know. You seemed to like that kiss we shared this morning. We cancel this, and I won't object to kissing like that in the future. That'll be my punishment."
Katherine liked it. Huh. Interesting. In some ways this is better than the spanking, since I promised to behave myself with that. However, she pretty much gave in on the kissing this morning. But then again, she's always two steps forward and one step back. I'd like to make an official deal so she has no wiggle room in the future. Plus, I can push a "no limits" kiss to do just about anything with her. That's a great deal for me! Here we come, slippery slope, hee-hee!
She said, "Mom, I don't know if that's a deal. Seems that you liked the kiss as much as I did."
Susan frowned again, but then she tried to look determined. "Well, I'm not sure about that. Anyway, that's my offer. Take it or leave it."
Katherine smiled wickedly and said, "Mom, you don't seem to be in a good position to issue ultimatums." She smacked her mother hard on the butt to emphasize that she meant that in a very literal sense.
Susan whimpered in pain and muttered, "Angel, please have mercy." But she secretly loved the rough treatment. Her pussy convulsed slightly and her body shuddered. Deep down, she hoped Katherine would agree with her kissing idea and go ahead with the spanking too.
Katherine walked around the table Susan was on and stood before her mother. She stood very close, so close that her pussy was mere inches from her mother's nose.
Susan took a deep sniff of the air. The sexy aroma filling her nostrils was nearly overwhelming. Her ability to concentrate almost completely evaporated. She had not yet tasted another woman's sex, but the temptation to do so grew with each pussy-scented breath she took. Due to the olfactory distraction, she forgot that Amy was in the room with them.
Katherine knew the smell might help influence Susan's decisions. She budged another inch or two forward. "So I can kiss you like that at any time? Just like Suzanne does?"
"Not ANY time. But as a goodbye or hello greeting yes, I suppose." The smell of Katherine's sex, plus her own, so overwhelmed Susan that she was afraid she might pass out. She felt helpless laying on the table and started to hope that someone would ravage her. She began to think that an orgy with Amy would be a pretty good thing, after all.
Katherine thought, No problem. That just means I have to leave the room for a minute whenever I want a kiss. In fact, I should see if that works. She asked, "Okay. But no limits to this kind of kissing, right?"
"Um, what do you mean?"
"Just that, no limits. None of this half-assed kiss on the cheeks kind of stuff. No limits. It has to be a REAL kiss, like the ones you share with Brother. Again, you can think of me as kind of his assistant. Kissing is something we can practice together, to get better for him."
"Hmmm. Okay." Susan liked that idea. It could help fill in the times when Alan wasn't around.
Katherine suggested, "Why don't we practice right now? I'll leave the room for a sec and then you can kiss me. Actually, you can kiss me goodbye right now. On the lips." She edged her pussy even closer to her mother's face. If she'd had any pubic hair it would have touched her mother's nose. She hoped Susan would get the hint on which set of lips she wanted to be kissed.
Susan felt the temptation to kiss what was offered, but she closed her eyes and managed to eke out, "Angel, you don't mean... uh..."
Katherine giggled good-naturedly. "Don't worry, Mom, I was just teasing." She bent down, French kissed her briefly, and then walked out.
While she was frustrated that Susan was resisting her proposals, especially continuing the spanking, she knew she'd have another chance to push boundaries in a minute.
Susan was so turned on that she was disappointed the kiss was so short.
Amy had merely been quietly observing, fading into the background. But with Katherine out of the room, Susan turned to her and remembered she was there. That prompted Amy to ask, "So what were you doing earlier? This punishment?"
Susan reluctantly sat up and said, "Um, I'd rather not say, Amy. It's kind of embarrassing. That's why I'm making this deal." She shyly held her hands over her big tits, but that left her bush and soaked pussy uncovered.
Amy stepped forward. "So can I kiss you too? I'd be far less curious about this punishment thingy if I'm all busy kissing."
Amy's eyes fixed on Susan's luxuriant bush.
Susan dropped a hand down there, but that left most of her boobs uncovered. She reluctantly said, "I don't think that would be proper, especially given how we're both undressed."
Amy in her usual innocent way, pointed out, "But did ya hear what Kat said about having kissing practice to help us kiss Alan? That would be good for everyone, don't you think? In fact, I totally could use help with some kissing practice right now."
Susan was so horny that she wanted to do something sexual, and with Amy being the only other person still in the room, some "kissing practice" sounded fun and not too extreme. So she relented, "Oh, all right. God, I'm so bad with boundaries. It's seems as if everyone is taking advantage of me like I'm some sexual object built to please just anybody, not only Tiger. As if my only purpose every single hour of the day is sex, sex, and even more sex!"
Amy just stood there silently.
That was a small thrill for Susan, since the silence meant Amy wasn't denying any of it.
She got up and met Amy, who was coming towards her. Their arms went around each other and their lips came together.
They shared a long, scorching kiss. Both of them put as much passion and energy into it as if they'd been kissing Alan. At first their hands stayed safely around the waists of the other, but after a minute or so, it was only natural for their hands to slip down and caress the other's ass cheeks. (Susan's ass had only gotten smacked a little bit by Katherine, so getting touched there didn't bother her.)
When that kiss ended, they shared another. And another. And then still more.
